I noticed no-one really commented on this post under the Harry Potter thread, so I figured it would be best posted here since I wanted to know if there were any ways to improve it.
Everyone arrived on the grounds for their first flying lesson, it was a bright sunny day and the breeze couldn't excite anyone more as they all looked towards Madam Hooch.
Madam Hooch was an old but fairly confident looking woman who stood before them with spiky grey hair, her eyes were yellow and almost hawk like. Her goggles were hanging out of her black trouser pocket - they looked like they had been used alot. She wore a white button-down collared shirt with a black neck-tie, her long black cloak wisped behind her as a gust of wind blew gently upon the grounds.
"Well, what are you all waiting for." she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
It took precisely thirteen seconds for everyone to get next to their brooms, Madam Hooch smiled.
"Because I don't want a repeat of what happened last year, I want you all to wear what muggles call, "a helmet". The Slytherins were confused and some students looked puzzled.
"A Ravenclaw, by the name of James Flannigan had a problem with his broomstick - his broom started whacking him in the head senselessly until I removed the enchantment from his broomstick. Some Slytherin, thought this was an amusing practical joke which ended up having James with a cracked skull in the hospital wing."
The Slytherins sniggered as the first year Ravenclaws looked stunned - the rest felt nervous either that or were not listening. "Everyone put on your helmets, as for anyone who gets any bright ideas of enchanting brooms to do things that they aren't supposed to, I've personally asked the head of Slytherin to keep an eye on her students."
Mafalda's eyes brushed over the Slytherin faces. Mafalda was young, she had a certain beauty that seemed to make others feel more comfortable around her than the previous head of Slytherin. She twisted her brown hair nervously, not knowing whether to believe that her students could have enchanted one of the brooms whilst she wasn't looking. She wore unusual clothing for a Slytherin: a purple top and blue jeans with a black cloak... she had always disliked her house uniform. She nodded as the students all looked down to see a helmet had appeared next to where they were standing, all that could be heard were students clicking on their helmet straps.
As Madam Hooch looked across to the Slytherins she noticed someone who was folding their arms without a helmet on. "If you prefer, I suppose I could ask Filch here to lead you back to your dormitory..." Filch looked up with a snarl, the Slytherin then quickly put on his helmet. "I thought so" some of the students giggled. Filch's eyes were grey and had thin grey/brown hair. He wore a grey trenchcoat, a brown jacket with a white shirt and black tie. He wore black trousers, keys could be seen dangling from his belt as the caretaker stormed off, shortly followed by his cat: Mrs Norris, "Ungrateful students!"
"Alright, now that everyone has their helmet on please walk up to each of your broomsticks, when you have done so, stick your right hand over the broom." Madam Hooch paused so that that everyone could get into position, "and say 'Up'"
Everyone then started shouting up, some students having difficulty getting their broom to move let alone hit them on the head, luckily the helmets took most of the impact, although it didn't prevent the students from falling over in surprise. Some managed it without a problem, one of them jumped up and down saying, "I did it! I did it!"
Madam Hooch then proceeded to teach everyone how to mount their brooms, making sure that everyone's hands and feet were positioned properly and correcting them accordingly.
"Now I will blow my whistle and once I have done so, each of you are to kick off from the ground, hard... some students find a running jump got them into the air faster - although they then ended up stuck in the trees, nasty bruises mind you." said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, once you are in the air I want to see you as high as Greg is right now." A Hufflepuff waved, nearly falling off his broom.
"Once you reach his height I don't want to see you showing off, I want to see you leaning forward and heading back to the ground. Now since we don't have time to see every student fly, land and cheer... we're going to have you all fly in groups of eight, starting with..." Madam Hooch then randomly selects two people from each house. "Don't worry if you mess up, we have a couple of our quidditch players on hand to make sure you don't go hurting yourself."
"Three--Two--One--" Madam Hooch blew her whistle...
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